You have no idea of the things I didn’t say that night.
And how angry you made me.
And how upset you made me.
And how hurt I am.
But I’ve been worse.
And I will survive.
And I’ll know that you’re somewhat happier this way.
But I’ll always wonder if I could make you happier than her.
If you are truly happier this way.
Tonight is the end of you and I.
I’m deleting the playlist “About a boy”
I’m putting the pictures in a hidden place
I’m not going to write about you.
And somehow, I will be your friend.
I don’t know how.